Poor Couch

Sometimes, when a couch has been thoroughly abused by your children - scribbled on, peed on, thrown up on, spilled on, thoroughly - it tries to exact some revenge by eating your baby.

Adelaide was none too pleased.At first.

Then she spent the rest of the day climbing in and out of this poor thing.
This is also a favorite secret stashing place of hers. Once I found a bottle in there that had been missing for months. MONTHS. Luckily it was empty, still kind of stinky though.
I would say that we need a new couch, but with these heathens around it would be a complete waste, maybe a few years down the line...